In the prequel to a stunning new paranormal series, one woman’s desire for a forbidden man will spark a centuries-long supernatural conflict—and a love nothing can destroy.

She’s the heiress to Seattle’s most powerful shifter clan. Her destiny is as controlled and certain as moonrise. However, from the moment Alice Corbette encounters the man known as Brand, she will defy all constraint and break every rule to make this dragon-shifter hers. Brand is determined to repay the clan leader he owes his life to. But one taste of Alice’s exquisite spirit will make him question his loyalty—and plunge them both into the middle of a ruthless power play. Their only chance at freedom is a gamble that could risk the future of humans and shifters alike…

Quick & Dirty: A refreshing dose of mythology with a strong heroine.

Opening Sentence: She didn’t want to like him.

Excerpt: No

The Review:

Hearts of Fire is a prequel short story in the Deadglass series set many years before the novel Hearts of Darkness. Set in Seattle during the late 1800’s, Alice is a young woman of supernatural descent. Her chance at love is limited to only those of her kind but when she sets her heart on Brand she knows he is the one for her. Alice knows that Brand is also a supernatural just not what he is. Her friends and family try to discourage her against a relationship. Alice takes matters into her own hands and learns an evil truth that will be the beginning in a long supernatural war.

Since this is a short story, the romance is instant attraction and plays out pretty quickly even though Brand is trying to steer clear of Alice. The supernatural mythology in Hearts of Fire, while only just given enough information for the story, was a refreshing dose in the paranormal genre. I can’t wait to learn more about both of these creatures that can fly.

Hearts of Fire is a fun, interesting read. Read it for the mythology more so than the relationship. Readers who enjoy women fighting for what they want will enjoy this story.

Notable Scene:

Alice couldn’t believe Brand Haldor was on the terrace with her. The dance still rang in her ears, and she twirled as much for her own benefit as for his. She could dance all night if he would only dance with her. She wanted to escape the press of bodies and fly away with him, to dance with wings beneath the grinning stars over the churning sea.

Hattie had been wrong. Brand moved with feral grace, but his other form wasn’t feline. The drums had shown her. In the whirl and heat she had caught a sense of Aether about him. Wings, she was almost sure of it. The phantom wings stretched over his human form. Not feathers precisely. And the eyes slit in emotion. In anger they would be enough to knock the breath out of a man and make him roll over and pray for death. But there in the ballroom, with Brand’s hands on her waist and his body a hairbreadth from her own, with the heat and the musk of him saturating her underclothes and shooting straight to the secret heart of her, his inhuman irises were slit in some other fierce emotion.